So my little pinpoint of light yet travels through the clouds and bogs of experience.
I've taken to working every day of the week.
My financial overlords at Chase and MBNA cower at the thought of my unshackling from their tyranny of perceived affluence.
I daily waffle over the acquisition of things that make noise and generally take the high road home to softly sing myself to sleep.
Things are good.
My companion Billy the Cactus has been sent to a new home.
It saddens me to think that I could not afford him a better life and must see him off, but the promise of a home amongst his kind and in the open sunshine gives me peace.
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